Nov 13
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maybe i slept too much. my brain is all screwed right now. i’ll blame hormones too, ’cause why the hell not? it’s also annoyingly hot and stuffy in here. i should open the window. it could be my meds which i just changed today.
i’m getting quite sick of not knowing whether something actually happened or not. why do my dreams have to use so many real life symbols? my last one was okay because all the people in it were entirely made up. i do lose some control that way though. i couldn’t find a person for the longest time and then when i did find them i wasn’t sure if it was the same person and i couldn’t turn him into the person i had in mind. it was super annoying. i tried to read that paragraph but i couldn’t. sorry if it doesn’t make sense. the last three days have been weird like this.
another wordpress update has to be installed. i’ve been procrastinating for a while; like, say, my whole life. hah, self-destructive humour! screw you american firefox dictionary.
i need some balancing. i need to see tal. i’m actually kind of worried . . .
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